Books Set In Wyoming Novels & Stories

"They told me Flowermoon abilities are extremely rare. The books about them are kept in another section that only you can access." His expression changed slightly. "I see." "So I decided that when you came back, I would ask you to take me there." He nodded once. "I'll take you." My face brightened. "Really?" "Of course." I smiled. "There was something else, though." His gaze returned to me. "What?" "I found another book." I hesitated. "It was about wolves who had been exiled, banished, or killed because they were considered dangerous. It was almost like a collection of old stories about packs that had committed terrible things."

Situated in the outskirts of Wyoming, approximately five miles from Kemmerer, this was the most secure spot for their illegal activities. The keys jiggled in his hands as the lock clicked open, the clinging sound permeating the otherwise silent surrounding. He hated silence. Mike couldn’t wait to get back, to start what he was craving for all night. He traced the foldable cold metal blade in his back pocket in anticipation. As much as he loved to play hide and seek, he was already on edge and couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

Alex walked confidently to the kiosk and printed out their tickets, blocking the screen with his arm. “Where are we going?” she asked, trying to peek. “Take a wild guess,” he teased. “Is it warm?” she grinned. “Depends on how close you plan to stay to me,” he said with a wink. Just then, the printer spit out the boarding passes. He handed one to her. Her eyes scanned the text. “Colorado?” she said, her lips parting into a wide smile. “Seriously?” “Yeah, really. Just for the weekend. I figured we could get out the city, disconnect a bit.”

The temperature had barely hit the upper forties today and, with dusk an hour off, it promised to drop. A chill laced the breeze and the scent of snow clung to it. Nate had grown up in the Midwest where all he had to do was blink and the weather shifted, but Wyoming was a whole different level of bipolar.

and with that he walk out of my stall and leaves me to my own thoughts. I wonder if Seth is even looking for me, I mean he's a wolf snd for his mate he can do a lot better than a horse, I never understood how it would work between the two of us it unheard of to have 2 different species for mates, I don't even know if I want to complete to mating with him I don't want to hold him back but I also don't want to be held back or leave my herd when I find my way back I honestly don't think I can cope fully living with a wolf let alone with a pack of them how would they ever respect having me as apart if there pack, because I honestly don't know my self and I clearly don't blame them my herd wouldn

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Zeke’s jeep rumbles in front of Ethan's apartment building, headlights slicing through the night. It’s past eight, and the cool evening air brushes my skin as I step forward, backpack slung over one shoulder. My heart kicks harder than I’d like to admit, fueled by a terrifying mix of dread and reluctant curiosity. So I'm going into the world of wolves...wolves that have been wolves all their lives, not a human like me. What's it going to be like?

The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt. Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood. Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Th

Liam had driven me to the point of thinking my life would be better off without one. With not sleeping at all, I had to find things to do. My bags had gotten packed too quickly, and the car had been loaded since about 3 in the morning. Now, I was just laying on my bed waiting for it to be late enough to actually drive up to Wyoming. It was only about an hour and a half drive, and if roads weren’t as convoluted as they were in the Black Hills, it’d be significantly less. Part of me thought about just shifting and running there, but I had to bring all my stuff. Wolves weren’t very good at carrying suitcases for extended trips.

We were at war. Just the thought of it was outrageous. While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else. Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom. It was all too surreal.